"No way!" I disagree through my laughter, "You did not steal evidence from the court!"
"Technically, it's not stealing," he argues chuckling.
"Um, technically," I counter, "you're lying." he drops his head laughing, "I cannot believe you slept with a woman so that your friend could steal her papers and copy them," I shake my head laughing, "Then, return them to her briefcase!" I take my pint and take a gulp after I tell him this, "You guys are sick."
"Yeah, well," he scratches under his chin, "you gotta do what you gotta do when you wanna put a killer behind bars,"
"Oh no, poor you," I pout and squeeze his arm, "You had to get some to win a famous case." I coo, "The world is so unfair sometimes, ugh,"
We were done with dinner, and my faulty reaction at a nice compliment because of my issues was forgotten, hopefully. We ordered food and I recommended some stuff to him and he liked it, turns out we match... food-wise.
When he ordered his steak teriyaki and I ordered my salmon teriyaki, his side dishes were grilled asparagus, baked potato cubes, slices or tomatoes, paprika and mushrooms. While my side dishes were, corn, fried potatoes, broccoli, rice and carrots. We exchanged my rice for his mushrooms and asparagus. I also shared my carrots with him.
Apparently, he doesn't like green foods and is more of a meat-person than a vegetable-person, in general, and I only say vegetable-person because he does eat some other veggies in large quantities as he described.
Best of all, when our desserts came, he basically ate my fruit tart and I basically ate his chocolate cake. He made a joke about how we complemented each other's taste in food, and I almost squealed and did a celebratory dance.
